Reagan & Lachlan | Night | Town Circle
"With any luck, your good company will act as a balance to the badness of my own," Lachlan joked lightly, knowing that - bad or not - he was one of the few who could get away with touching Reagan so familiarly without some form of rebuke.
Going along with Reagan’s playful mood, Lachlan chuckled and glanced around, as if trying to pick a target from the carousing crowd. “Yes, there is plenty of time for that. But where would the fun be, without you there to take time or haul me away by the ear before I take things too far?”
Morrie had not gone so far as to say she liked the dress that Reagan had made, but she had worn it all the same. “The subject of its maker never came up,” he replied with a grin. “But if Morrie were to think on it, I am sure she would know you were the one responsible for its creation. Who else in Glynn could manage such a thing?” The dress might not have been one of Reagan’s more daring creations, but it still stood out in the crowd. “Pray for me that she never considers the matter too deeply, or that she does not care. Because I don’t know when I’ll next have the money to pay for another of your designs.”